ButtyBoy
08-27-2009, 03:13 PM
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The Beautiful People
I admit I was especially looking forward to doing the research for this article. I am a writer for GLBT magazines, newsletters, and websites. I am also a male to female transsexual. Hoping for a sale, and some very enjoyable travel, I pitched a series of articles to one of my favorite magazine editors, about the lives of transsexuals in various cultures and countries. He loved the idea and was very generous with advance and travel expenses… even making arrangements with a gay travel agency that also works with the magazine.
Stepping off the plane in Istanbul, I stopped to savor the bright sunlight. It isn't that I dislike all of Europe; it's just that sometimes it seems so WET. I was looking forward to some sunny afternoons on the beach.
I am so feminine at this point that even though I am pre-op I live as a woman. Dressed as a man, I am still mistaken for a woman. I know that in some countries, especially the Muslim dominated countries, I would probably be looking at some problems with my gender identity. I just hoped that I would be taken for a woman and be unharrassed for the most part.
The hotel thoughtfully had a shuttle bus waiting for myself and a few other guests. The ride to the hotel was in itself an education. I was glued to the window by the bright colors, the combination of European and Asian styles, often on the same person. The beautiful, dark-eyed women entranced me, while the deliciously burly bearish men had quite a different effect! I wanted to BE her and HAVE him!
For a minutely detailed description of my three days in Istanbul, feel free to seek out the article in a magazine that I will name at a later time. However, I left out the experience I wish to share with you here.
I was directed to a coffee house style establishment where many transsexuals congregate. My guide introduced me to a stunning beauty, Afet. Like myself, she was pre-op, although she had her breasts done. She was one of the most popular and well-known transsexuals in Istanbul. Knowing her opened the doors to the "secret society".
She and her friends sat and drank coffee and spoke with me for hours. As interesting as their accounts of life in a country where the only occupation open to them was prostitution, where often even gay venues shut them out, I found myself more and more just staring at Afet.
Her thick, wavy black hair hung to her waist in large glossy curls. Dark eyes dominated her oval shaped face and simmered with passion and life. Her thick lips seemed designed to wrap themselves warmly around a hard dick. Her sleek brown skin made me long to stroke my fingers down her rounded arms, her slender thighs, to kiss her perfect ankles and suck those immaculate toes she showed off in her strappy red heels.
The longer I stared at her, the harder my dick got. I could feel a tiny dampness where a drop of precum had even managed to creep all the way to the tip. Even though I was trying to keep a perfectly straight face, make notes, ask all the right questions, inside my heart was thudding and heat rushed through my body.
Where was this coming from? I generally like manly men, the more macho the better. What can I say, except that this vision of loveliness was pure sexual attraction and I was no better than any mark… at this moment.
Afet stared at me with knowing eyes. Slowly her friends drifted away to their night haunts. We were alone.
Smiling, Afet asked, "You want me, do you not?"
I gulped, "I do."
I had compensated all of them for their time - after all, that was all they had to sell. I knew that Afet would undoubtedly expect me to pay her even more to come back to my hotel room. A facetious thought passed through my mind about writing that into my expense account!
All thoughts were driven from my mind completely when Afet leaned into me. Her warm, coffee scented breath brushed my face, as deft fingers slid up my thigh.
"You are thinking you will have to pay me. Yes, you will. But you will forget all about that very soon. Afet will spend the entire night with you. A night you will never forget."
The tritest line ever spoken, however as it came from those sweet lips, as I was drowning hypnotized in those deep, dark eyes, it sounded like the key to the gates of heaven.
When we returned to my hotel room I flicked the lights on. Afet flicked them off and bade me be still. I complied.
I heard rustling as she dug in her large handbag. A match struck, and then lit a candle. Afet was luminous in the soft glow as she carried it to the nightstand. Another candle for the other side of the bed. And one more, placed on the dresser, before the mirror, to be reflected endlessly and cast a golden glow over the room.
From the last candle Afet lit a stick of incense and placed it in a small holder she also brought with her. Then standing before the mirror, in the glow of the candles and with sweet, spicy incense smoke drifting around her, she slowly stripped for me.
Her skin glowed, a golden bronze in the candlelight. Afet undressed slowly with the casual, muscular grace of a tiger. Her breasts were full and round with taut brown nipples and looked perfectly natural. She took a few clips I had not even noticed from her long mane of hair and it fell about her like a black waterfall, soft curls caressing her skin as I so longed to do. A few stray black locks over her face gave her an untamed look. Not yet hard, her dark cock nudged her thigh, thick and fully 6 inches of flesh even soft.
A small whimper escaped my throat. I was actually in almost mortal agony from the throbbing, swollen cock trapped in my tight tuck. Yet I was frozen in place. Afet's beauty was such that I wondered that she could even bear to look upon me.
Smiling she walked to me, took my hand, and led me towards the bed. Her quick, clever hands expertly undressed me, released me, caressed me with light touches like butterfly wings. I stood and trembled, completely captivated by her sexual power.
I cried out and nearly fell when at last she wrapped those delicious lips around my shuddering cock. Afet supported me with surprising strength in her delicate hands, and then she looked up at me with a smile and nudged me into bed.
After I have told you how beautiful, how feminine she is, perhaps you will be surprised that my reaction was to stretch out on my back, to spread my legs, to arch up and physically beg her to fill me with that dark cock, now rigid and full, ten inches or more of hot meat. All I can say is I was rapt in her power, I wanted to give her everything, I wanted to be everything for her. Like a sparrow frozen in the gaze of a cat, I would have given her my life.
Afet drew me towards her and filled me with her huge, dark dick. As much as I desired her, still she was so big she nearly tore me apart. Sharp stabs of pain as that monster cock drove into my asshole should have broken the spell. Instead, they became part of it. Rolling waves of agony as she fucked me thrusting with that huge dick, deeper and deeper, tearing me wide open. And all I could do was stare up at her, drown in her dark eyes, admire the heaving of those beautiful breasts.
How the candlelight danced golden across her dark skin. Her lips were deep red with passion, her teeth bright and feral as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back and thrust even deeper, filled me until I felt as though I might explode.
One hand, once so gentle, now rough and demanding grasped my cock and began to jerk me off. The rougher she became with me the more I wanted it, desired it, craved it. I was crying out at every stroke as the pain from cock and ass meshed into a roaring crescendo of heat and need.
Afet pounded into me, slapped my cock hard, bouncing it off my belly so that I screamed. Hot, salt cum flooded my tortured ass and brought the pain to a whole new level, so awful that suddenly it felt wonderful. I felt myself cumming, a hot liquid world that consisted of salt flavored juices and the scent of male musk filling the air.
I was still gasping for breath when Afet slapped my ass hard and withdrew from me. Tears ran from my eyes with the pain, hot cum ran down my thighs and ass. Afet stretched out next to me and licked hot tears from my face with her agile tongue. She began to stroke my cock to hardness again and amazingly, my body responded.
The rest of the night is an experience never to be repeated, beyond sharing, beyond my feeble powers of description. It was a night I will never forget.
Copyright © IstanBoys.com (http://www.istanboys.com/tour1.html)
The Beautiful People
I admit I was especially looking forward to doing the research for this article. I am a writer for GLBT magazines, newsletters, and websites. I am also a male to female transsexual. Hoping for a sale, and some very enjoyable travel, I pitched a series of articles to one of my favorite magazine editors, about the lives of transsexuals in various cultures and countries. He loved the idea and was very generous with advance and travel expenses… even making arrangements with a gay travel agency that also works with the magazine.
Stepping off the plane in Istanbul, I stopped to savor the bright sunlight. It isn't that I dislike all of Europe; it's just that sometimes it seems so WET. I was looking forward to some sunny afternoons on the beach.
I am so feminine at this point that even though I am pre-op I live as a woman. Dressed as a man, I am still mistaken for a woman. I know that in some countries, especially the Muslim dominated countries, I would probably be looking at some problems with my gender identity. I just hoped that I would be taken for a woman and be unharrassed for the most part.
The hotel thoughtfully had a shuttle bus waiting for myself and a few other guests. The ride to the hotel was in itself an education. I was glued to the window by the bright colors, the combination of European and Asian styles, often on the same person. The beautiful, dark-eyed women entranced me, while the deliciously burly bearish men had quite a different effect! I wanted to BE her and HAVE him!
For a minutely detailed description of my three days in Istanbul, feel free to seek out the article in a magazine that I will name at a later time. However, I left out the experience I wish to share with you here.
I was directed to a coffee house style establishment where many transsexuals congregate. My guide introduced me to a stunning beauty, Afet. Like myself, she was pre-op, although she had her breasts done. She was one of the most popular and well-known transsexuals in Istanbul. Knowing her opened the doors to the "secret society".
She and her friends sat and drank coffee and spoke with me for hours. As interesting as their accounts of life in a country where the only occupation open to them was prostitution, where often even gay venues shut them out, I found myself more and more just staring at Afet.
Her thick, wavy black hair hung to her waist in large glossy curls. Dark eyes dominated her oval shaped face and simmered with passion and life. Her thick lips seemed designed to wrap themselves warmly around a hard dick. Her sleek brown skin made me long to stroke my fingers down her rounded arms, her slender thighs, to kiss her perfect ankles and suck those immaculate toes she showed off in her strappy red heels.
The longer I stared at her, the harder my dick got. I could feel a tiny dampness where a drop of precum had even managed to creep all the way to the tip. Even though I was trying to keep a perfectly straight face, make notes, ask all the right questions, inside my heart was thudding and heat rushed through my body.
Where was this coming from? I generally like manly men, the more macho the better. What can I say, except that this vision of loveliness was pure sexual attraction and I was no better than any mark… at this moment.
Afet stared at me with knowing eyes. Slowly her friends drifted away to their night haunts. We were alone.
Smiling, Afet asked, "You want me, do you not?"
I gulped, "I do."
I had compensated all of them for their time - after all, that was all they had to sell. I knew that Afet would undoubtedly expect me to pay her even more to come back to my hotel room. A facetious thought passed through my mind about writing that into my expense account!
All thoughts were driven from my mind completely when Afet leaned into me. Her warm, coffee scented breath brushed my face, as deft fingers slid up my thigh.
"You are thinking you will have to pay me. Yes, you will. But you will forget all about that very soon. Afet will spend the entire night with you. A night you will never forget."
The tritest line ever spoken, however as it came from those sweet lips, as I was drowning hypnotized in those deep, dark eyes, it sounded like the key to the gates of heaven.
When we returned to my hotel room I flicked the lights on. Afet flicked them off and bade me be still. I complied.
I heard rustling as she dug in her large handbag. A match struck, and then lit a candle. Afet was luminous in the soft glow as she carried it to the nightstand. Another candle for the other side of the bed. And one more, placed on the dresser, before the mirror, to be reflected endlessly and cast a golden glow over the room.
From the last candle Afet lit a stick of incense and placed it in a small holder she also brought with her. Then standing before the mirror, in the glow of the candles and with sweet, spicy incense smoke drifting around her, she slowly stripped for me.
Her skin glowed, a golden bronze in the candlelight. Afet undressed slowly with the casual, muscular grace of a tiger. Her breasts were full and round with taut brown nipples and looked perfectly natural. She took a few clips I had not even noticed from her long mane of hair and it fell about her like a black waterfall, soft curls caressing her skin as I so longed to do. A few stray black locks over her face gave her an untamed look. Not yet hard, her dark cock nudged her thigh, thick and fully 6 inches of flesh even soft.
A small whimper escaped my throat. I was actually in almost mortal agony from the throbbing, swollen cock trapped in my tight tuck. Yet I was frozen in place. Afet's beauty was such that I wondered that she could even bear to look upon me.
Smiling she walked to me, took my hand, and led me towards the bed. Her quick, clever hands expertly undressed me, released me, caressed me with light touches like butterfly wings. I stood and trembled, completely captivated by her sexual power.
I cried out and nearly fell when at last she wrapped those delicious lips around my shuddering cock. Afet supported me with surprising strength in her delicate hands, and then she looked up at me with a smile and nudged me into bed.
After I have told you how beautiful, how feminine she is, perhaps you will be surprised that my reaction was to stretch out on my back, to spread my legs, to arch up and physically beg her to fill me with that dark cock, now rigid and full, ten inches or more of hot meat. All I can say is I was rapt in her power, I wanted to give her everything, I wanted to be everything for her. Like a sparrow frozen in the gaze of a cat, I would have given her my life.
Afet drew me towards her and filled me with her huge, dark dick. As much as I desired her, still she was so big she nearly tore me apart. Sharp stabs of pain as that monster cock drove into my asshole should have broken the spell. Instead, they became part of it. Rolling waves of agony as she fucked me thrusting with that huge dick, deeper and deeper, tearing me wide open. And all I could do was stare up at her, drown in her dark eyes, admire the heaving of those beautiful breasts.
How the candlelight danced golden across her dark skin. Her lips were deep red with passion, her teeth bright and feral as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back and thrust even deeper, filled me until I felt as though I might explode.
One hand, once so gentle, now rough and demanding grasped my cock and began to jerk me off. The rougher she became with me the more I wanted it, desired it, craved it. I was crying out at every stroke as the pain from cock and ass meshed into a roaring crescendo of heat and need.
Afet pounded into me, slapped my cock hard, bouncing it off my belly so that I screamed. Hot, salt cum flooded my tortured ass and brought the pain to a whole new level, so awful that suddenly it felt wonderful. I felt myself cumming, a hot liquid world that consisted of salt flavored juices and the scent of male musk filling the air.
I was still gasping for breath when Afet slapped my ass hard and withdrew from me. Tears ran from my eyes with the pain, hot cum ran down my thighs and ass. Afet stretched out next to me and licked hot tears from my face with her agile tongue. She began to stroke my cock to hardness again and amazingly, my body responded.
The rest of the night is an experience never to be repeated, beyond sharing, beyond my feeble powers of description. It was a night I will never forget.
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